Píseň: We Are Bound

Interpret:
Switchfoot
Album:
Eastern Hymns for Western Shores
A slip of a tongue and fist
A slight of a hand like this
Touch of the fingertips
Ghost of a note we skipped


We are bound
We are falling through you
We are bound
We are falling through


Moment of bitter bliss
Licking our Judas lips
Throwing the timeless fit
With tongues of a fire we'd lit


We are bound
We are falling through you
We are bound
We are falling through


We follow sons amiss
The sons of the counterfeits
The devil has called me from inside


We are bound
We are falling through


Counterfeit sons
Counterfeit sons
Counterfeit sons